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I can't stop looking her over. Her breasts are just... I want to tease her. I want to kiss them, squeeze them, taste them. I want to make her beg for more. Makes me wonder how much attention I'd have to give them before she'd clench around my fingers, soaking them.
𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘵, 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦!
I need to focus on the task at hand: getting her into my bed. Can't make her cum unless I get her there.
"You're the only beautiful woman I see," I give her a wink.
She eyes me in distaste and instantly comes back with, "I'm the ONLY woman you see."
Ooh, that's hot. Her eyes are fiery. It seems her temper has gotten the best of her. But I can tame that.
I'll have her mewing like a kitten by the end of the night. She'll be begging for my cock.
"Nah, I'm looking at the most beautiful woman on the ship."
She blinks at me. She was clearly not expecting that. "Oh."
She turns back to her drink, finally taking a sip and makes this noise. It comes from her throat, sounding like a throaty moan.
Shit.
I'm gonna fuck her. If that's what she sounds like from a drink, what would she sound like if I was pounding into her?
I.AM.FUCKING.HER.
"Thank you for covering me but it really wasn't necessary." Her voice brings me back to reality. I try to keep cool but then I realize no one else is here except the bartender. I won't try to tame the beast. I'm tempted to bring her hand to my crotch, to feel how hard she's made me.
"No gorgeous woman with a dynamite smile should ever pay for her own drink," I smirk.
She suddenly turns to me and crosses her legs before giving me her own smirk. My brain immediately stops working. Her legs... her breasts... holy shit, this girl...
She cocks her head at me, her lip between her teeth, her smoldering gaze sweeping over me.
"I'm from Savannah," she purrs, leaning forward and resting her elbow on the bar. She lightly rests her chin on her fingers, drawing my eyes to her lips; blood red. A red that makes her look dangerous.
"Savannah..." My cheeks warm.
I travel for business. I should know this! I shouldn't be this flustered.
C'mon Blake.
"Georgia?" She raises an eyebrow, seemingly amused by my lack of geographical knowledge.
I take in a shaky breath, thrown off by her change in attitude. I quickly collect myself and ignore her look, leaning into her. I want to see how far she'll push this.
"Nice... I went once on a business trip." I lift my foot and place it on the rung of her seat, my leg only inches from hers.
I lower my head until I'm close enough to feel her body heat radiating from her. "It was hot as fuck... humid too," I breathe into her neck. She sucks in a breath.
She's wet. From the way she's grasping the edge of her chair, she's probably soaked. She squirms in her seat, trying to find relief. I want to lap her juices up and drink her down.
I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and her breathing becomes labored.
"What's your name, gorgeous?" Her face is flushed. Her eyes roam over me, lust filling her every feature.
"Winter," she breathes. Her voice is low and sultry. I can only imagine her moaning my name.
FUCK!
My hard-on is only getting harder. I swallow. I didn't think it was possible. All I can think about is getting my dick into her.
"What do I call you?" she mumbles. She places a hand on the bar top, seeming disoriented. I'm feeling the same. I want to put my fingers up her dress and stroke her, maybe slide a finger in. I want to see how wet she is for me. I want to feel her clench around me.
I trail my hand down her neck, grazing the side of her breast before laying it dangerously close to her crotch.
I have to resist the urge to rip her dress open. I want to set her breasts free.
"Blake," I reply, my dick straining at my zipper. It feels like it's about to bust it open. I want to take her right here and fuck her against the wall, spectators be damned.
Her eyes fill with fire and she boldly takes my hand and slides it up to her crotch.
Right over her pussy.
I suck in a breath as our eyes meet. Her lids are heavy, her desire clear.
The air between us is filled with heavy breathing. I can't wait anymore. I'm gonna take her in every position tonight. Maybe tomorrow morning too.
She's responding to my dominance and my inner beast is threatening to break free. I have a list of things I'm going to do to her tonight. Making her cum is at the top of that list.
The second is to have her screaming my name while I pound her into the mattress... or the floor ... or the wall...
Hell, I'm gonna fuck her brains out on every surface I can find.
I'm planning on fully dominating her. I'm going to make her feel all of me and make her beg for more.
I want to tie her up but I didn't bring anything specifically for that. I'm sure I can find something to hold her while I ravish her. I'm gonna eat her pussy until I short circuit her brain.
I wanna grab her ass and bury my face in her. I'm gonna fucking taste her. I'm going to fuck her with my tongue until she cums all over my face and then lick her clean.
I've never been one to be excited about oral unless I was on the receiving end but for some reason that's the first thing I want to do to her. Strip her, throw her down and bury my face into her pussy. I want to eat her until my tongue is numb, my face is soaked in her juices and her legs are shaking.
I want to eat her until she doesn't know whether she wants me to stop or keep going. I want her to entwine her hands into my hair and pull my face deeper.
FUCK.
I've reached the end of my self control.
I lean forward, and whisper in her ear. "Let's go." I move my hips forward, grazing her leg with my erection.
She moans softly and throws her head back slightly.
I pull her off her stool and book it to my room, almost dragging her behind me. She's keeping up with me but just barely.
I'm not going to hold back tonight.
Tonight...
She's mine.